“All the more reason——”
“Oh, it’s this way. Rod Granniss is already a beau of Betty’s,—and her father doesn’t approve of the acquaintance.”
“Not approve of Granniss!” John Clark looked his amazement. “Mr Varian must be an old fuss!”
“I think that’s just what he is,” assented Claire Blackwood, and then Ted Landon urged,
“You haven’t described the siren yet. What’s she like to look at?”
“A little thing, sylphish, rather,—dainty ways, quick, alert motions, and with the biggest gray eyes you ever saw,—edged with black.”
“Raving tresses?”
“No; very dark brown, I think. But the liveliest coloring. Red-under-brown cheeks, scarlet lips and——”
“I know,—teeth like pearls.”
“No; good, sound, white teeth, and fluttering hands that emphasize and illustrate all she says.”